Dream of father

I was laying on my stomach in the middle of a cobbled street at night. I saw a black rat scuttle arond. Next thing it had jumped on my back. It began to cling to me. It did not bite me, but gently nuzzled my neck. I was very scared. My father (who is dead) was watching from behind a low wall nearby. He told me not to worry. He got a piece of string, with some sort of bait on the end and managed to coax the rat away. I got up and ran. I met up with my father later. I asked him if he had killed it? He replied 'No,' He had let it go.